Se o Teu Sangue Curar

The cross where Christ suffered
All the pain
Is the path that shows love
That forgives the sins I've done
Redemption I find there

Then I realize that the pains in me
Are truly already on the cross
His dying was the price for me
Salvation I find there
Sublime exchange, at the altar of pain
The Son of God, for a sinner

If your blood heals
Every wound in me
I will be free, oh Lord
To follow you

There will be no more tears
I will no longer feel pain
There will be no more crying
I will no longer feel pain

If your blood heals
Every wound in me
I will be free, oh Lord
To follow you

He grew up before us like a tender shoot
Like a root out of dry ground
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him
Nothing in his appearance that we should desire him
He was despised and rejected by mankind
A man of suffering
Familiar with pain
Like one from whom people hide their faces
He was despised, and we held him in low esteem
Surely he took up our pain
And bore our suffering
Yet we considered him punished by God
Stricken by him, and afflicted
But he was pierced for our transgressions
Crushed for our iniquities
The punishment that brought us peace was on him
And by his wounds, his wounds, we are healed